Texas-sized Celebration

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Summary: Nothing more than celebratory smut on a hot Texas night. Challenge fic.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: Celebration Verse
PAIRING: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Elliott Sadler, Elliott POV
CATEGORY: SMUT!
COMPLETED: Originally - July 29, 2004, Revised - December 6th, 2004
WORD COUNT: 4,244
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
DEDICATION: To Kelley who just had to put this image in my head, I hope this is what you wanted hon!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, I admit, I’ve never written Elliott before and I have no idea if this is in character or not. But, I was “challenged” to write a fic about Elliott dominating Junior at Texas, and this is what I came up with. Also I have no idea if the scene in the hauler could actually work, but hey bear with me... it’s smut!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: Ok so if you’ve read this fic before, you might notice it’s a bit different now. This was one of my first fics and looking back on it I had to make some revisions. I didn’t change the plot line or anything, but there are definitely some differences. Hey, at least I’m finally reasonably happy with it now! Woo!
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Fort Worth, TX: Sunday Night, July 18, 2004

I twirl my brand new Texas cowboy hat in my hands as I walk from the victory lane press conference. I forgot how many questions you have to sit through. The whole ordeal has me pretty wired. Don’t they realize the last thing you want to do when you win is sit and analyze the whole thing? I just want to celebrate!

“So did boots come with that hat?”

I turn, and can’t help the broad grin on my face from getting bigger as I hear a voice I know so well behind me. I look and see Junior leaning against the garage wall and I can’t help but wonder if he was waiting for me. I sure hope so…this could be an even better day than I thought.

“Nah, you only get the boots if ya take the pole too,” I reply with a grin as I rake my eyes over his lean form. I just have to admire the careless way he lounges against the wall. I have no doubt he does it on purpose--he has to know how sexy it makes him look.

“Put it on,” he says to me, those blue eyes of his sparkling with mischief, and as I look at him I can’t help but think what he would look like in a cowboy hat. Mmm that just brings too many delicious images to mind.

“Only if you promise to wear it later, Junyah,” I bargain with him. I watch as he raises an eyebrow to me in surprise and a slow grin crosses his face.

“Aight, that could be arranged,” he replies to me, then motions for me to put on the hat. I slip it on my head and put my hands out to my sides in a “what do you think” gesture. He motions for me to turn around for him so he can, no doubt, get a better look. I roll my eyes and do the required spin before looking back at him.

I immediately see he’s trying to hold back a laugh at my posing and I decide that this is not how I’m going to have this night go. This is my day, and he’s gonna know it. We get to play by my rules tonight.

“Well, my new hat and I,” I tip the brim to him as I say with a grin, “are goin’ back to my coach to celebrate my win.” Then I turn on my heel and start heading to the motorcoach lot without saying another word. It’s only a moment before I feel him catch up to me, walking in step with me and I can’t hold back a smile.

“So do you two want some company or is this a private celebration,” he asks with his trademark smirk, and it’s all I can do to keep a straight face.

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly and reply, “Nah, the more the merrier. So who do you think I should invite?” I have to stifle a laugh as I see the pouting look on his face at my words. Nope, not gonna let you run the show this time Junior, I think.

He finally seems to realize what I’m playing at and I hear him let out a small sigh. I really love to watch him swallow his cocky pride. I watch as he looks sideways at me then says, “Well, I could be good company, ya know… I’m much more talented than a hat.”

I can’t help but snort in response. Check that. Still cocky, even when he backs down.

“Alright,” I answer, giving him an appraising look. “I guess you can show me whatcha got.” Ah yes, there’s that look again…a cross between pouting, irritation and desire. This is gonna be so much fun. I should beat him more often.

“You’re too kind,” he replies with a smirk. “So did you like how I held up that 9 car for you?” he says, with a teasing glint reflected in his sky blue eyes.

There he goes again…and I can’t help but love it.

“Ah, yeah, that was ok. But, you know I coulda held him off. I was just going for the dramatic finish,” I say, with a sarcastic grin of my own. Honestly that finish was way too close for my liking. I’d sooner lap the field. But a win’s a win right?

“Of course,” he says, as he laughs and shakes his head.

I turn my head to look at him and can’t help but picture him in my new hat again. “Well you know what they say about this place right?” I ask with a grin as we reach my coach.

“No, what’s that?”

“Everything’s bigger and better in Texas.” I turn to see him with that same mischievous look from earlier and think again, this is gonna be so much fun.

“Is that so? Huh, bigger and better?” he says with a grin.

“That’s right,” I reply, as I unlock the door to my coach and climb the stairs. I look back at him and see him giving me a look so hot it could start a brush fire. Well, he’s definitely starting a fire, I realize, as I step aside for him to enter. He just better plan on putting it out.

I close the door behind him as he steps inside. When I turn to face him I see he’s still grinning and giving me that appraising look of his.

“Daaaaaamn, you sure do make one hell of a cowboy, I’ll give you that.”

“Yeah? Well you know how it is, everything looks good on a winner,” I reply with a smirk, as I unzip the top of my firesuit and slip out of it. Then I flop down on the couch and meet his eyes with my own again and continue, “even you.”

His eyes widen a bit at my boldness as he tilts his head to get a better look at me. His eyes bore into mine as he stalks toward me, his sultry grin growing broader by the minute. He kneels down on the floor between my legs and crawls up my body never breaking eye contact. He has to know I’m hard as a rock as he slides one hand into the waist of my open firesuit and leans into me, growling low in my ear.

“So…tell me more about what’s…bigger,” he whispers against my skin as he begins to stroke me. “…and better in Texas.”

I groan and throw my head back as far as I can without knocking the hat off my head. He’s still stroking me with one hand, while the other has slid up under my shirt and is pinching at my nipples. He’s licking and nipping at my neck and it’s all I can do to stay in control while his nails claw lightly at my chest. But I wanna be the one in control tonight. He’s not going to be the one doing all the seducing if I have my way. And I still have another idea in my head I’m not ready to let him in on yet…

“Take off my shirt,” I say in a low voice. He pulls back from me, and with a mildly surprised look does as I ask. I reach up and grab him by the back of the neck and crush his lips to mine. Our mouths meet in a clash of lips and teeth and tongues as our passion has already grown into a raging inferno.

My one hand stays on his neck, holding him to me, as my other slips under his shirt and runs up the hard muscles of his back. Oh, how I love the feel of his hard body. I lean forward a bit as I gently push him back to his knees in front of me. We continue to kiss and touch until I finally pull back from him, panting lightly. I stare into his eyes, which are smoldering with desire, and watch as he touches the tip of his tongue to his upper lip. Then I do the last thing he expects from me.

I lean back on the couch, putting my hands behind my neck and look down at him and ask, “So…I think you mentioned something about having a talent earlier. Show me whatcha got, Junyah.”

His blue eyes, darkened with lust now, widen in surprise. A slow smile crosses his face, and I know he won’t back down from my challenge. He really does hate to lose after all. I lift my hips a bit as he pulls down my uniform just enough to set me free.

He looks at me with that slow, sexy, crooked grin of his and stokes me with is hand. Then he parts those sultry lips and takes me in his mouth all…the way…down. I can’t stop the low groan that escapes my lips as I moan his name, “Ohhhhh, Daaaaaaale.” He slowly pulls back, then runs his tongue up my hard shaft and circles the tip before taking me in again. It’s all I can handle, trying to keep my cocky pose as he repeats his actions again and again.

He reaches up with one of his hands and begins fondling me, and I have to fight for control. He squeezes me and sucks hard, and I grip the back of the couch with my hands. I can feel myself start to tremble as I try to hold on through the sweet, torturous agony he’s putting me through. He’s right, he is very talented…but I already knew that. I look down at him with hooded eyes and see him looking at me, so obviously pleased with himself. He sucks me long and hard again and my eyes roll back in my head. I look back down and the combination of those eyes and that mouth and him on his knees in front of me is finally too much, and I cry out my release.

I slowly come down from the blinding ecstasy he just put me through and look down at him. He’s sitting on his heels, smirking at me, looking so satisfied with himself and I can’t help but tease him. “Yeah, you’re right…you are better than a hat.”

He rolls his eyes at that until I murmur, “Come ‘ere,” in a low voice. He smiles again and crawls back to me. He climbs back up my body, rubbing himself against me, and leans in for a slow kiss. I run my hands up his sides, under his shirt as he straddles me. I rub his back and trail my fingertips down his spine and he shivers, turning me on all over again. I break the kiss only long enough to strip him of his shirt and I pull him back down.

We get lost in that slow kiss until the passion starts to build again. I finally pull way and kiss along his jawline and down his neck. I breathe in his ear and I hear him moan long and low, which sends a shiver running through me. I love seeing him this way--all uninhibited and wild. I run one of my hands down his side and to the waistband of his jeans, and tug and am rewarded with another groan, which makes me smile again. I cup him through his jeans, and he bucks against me. I undo the fastening of the denim and slide my hand slowly inside. Then I take his smooth hardness in my hand and start stroking him slowly.

He’s leaning back now with his head thrown back and his eyes closed, straddling me on his knees, and I can’t help but think how erotic he looks, lost in passion. “Ohhhhh, shiiiiiiit…” he moans, as I continue to stroke him. I lean forward and kiss and lick his chest, tasting the salt of his sweat. His leg starts to tremble and he’s panting and I know he’s close, and that’s when I know it’s time to really take control. Just when I think he’s about to come, I stop stroking him and squeeze hard at the base of his rigid length, denying his release.

“What the FUCK…” he cries as his eyes pop open and he looks down, glaring at me.

I can’t help but smile and I know I’m being a total bastard, but this isn’t how I want him tonight. I have something so much more fun in mind.

“Dammit Elliott, what the hell?” he growls at me.

I look at him and give him an evil grin and say, “This is my night remember…”

“And that means I don’t get to come?!?” he cuts me off.

“…and you promised to wear my hat,” I continue in an even tone.

At that he leans forward, reaching for my hat, but I bat his hand away. “No, no, not here,” and I can’t help but chuckle at his confused and frustrated look. “That’s not what I had in mind,” I tell him. He growls at me and tries to get up, but I hold him by the waist and that, combined with the awkward way he’s sitting, traps him.

“Come on Junyah, you’ll love it. I promise,” I say with a sultry smile, deliberately drawing out my words, knowing how much my accent gets to him. But he’s still not buying it, I realize, and I know I have to give him something more. “I’ll let you do whatever you want the next time you win.” He looks back at me and I can see the wheels turning in his head. Now I know I’ve got him.

“Aight. Fine. What do you want me to do?” he asks me with a pout, and I try to supress my smile.

I gently push him off my lap and get up. “Get your keys and meet me at your truck,” I tell him, as I start to walk to my room to change. But as I stop and look back at him and see the lust still in his eyes, I change my mind. “On second thought, wait for me. I don’t want ya starting without me,” I say with a grin.

The frustrated look on his face is priceless as he uncomfortably fastens his jeans and reaches for his shirt. “Just hurry the hell up,” he grumbles, as he falls down on the couch. I can’t keep the smile off my face as I head down the hall to the bathroom to clean up and get changed.

I doesn’t take me long before I come back into the living room and see him still pouting with his arms crossed on the couch. Does he even know how sexy he is when he does that? “So, you ready?”

“Where are we going?” he asks, looking straight ahead.

“I can’t tell ya that,” I reply with a grin. “That would ruin the surprise.”

Finally he glances up to look at me and throws back, “So what, are you wanting to screw me in victory lane or something?”

I look at him with the most serious-looking face I can muster and smile slowly at him, licking my lips. He’s so fun to tease when he’s like this.

“Ohhh, no…” he shakes his head and gets up, backing away. “No way in hell am I letting you…” he cuts off, as I can’t hold in my laughter anymore. “Dammit,” he curses as he realizes I was just teasing him.

“Oh, come on, Junyah. It was funny,” I say as I laugh. “You totally thought I’d…” but my sentence is cut off by a cushion to the head. I see him glaring at me, or trying to as he’s having a hard time keeping a straight face too. “C’mon,” I say, as I head for the door.

He follows me outside as we head to my car, and he asks me again, “So where are we going?”

“Just down the highway,” I reply. I can’t let him in on my little plan yet. That would just ruin all the fun.

He shrugs and slides into the passenger seat of my car. He’s drumming his fingers on his knee--he’s obviously irritated with me. But he’s still willing to go along with me. He knows I’ll make it completely worth his while. I’ve never let him down before have I?

I leave the infield and, before long, turn southbound on I35. It’s a short drive to the hotel I know my team hauler is parked at for the night. I pull off the highway and down the access road to the hotel, and I see him cast me a sideward glance. He’s trying so hard to figure out what I’m planning, and I can’t help but wonder if he already has.

We pull into the parking lot and I stop the car near the rig, then I turn to him and smile my sweetest most innocent smile and ask, “So, ya ready to have some fun?”

He looks from me to the hauler and then back to me and responds, “What the hell are you thinking, Elliott?”

“C’mon,” I say, as I get out of the car and start walking over to the trailer. It’s after midnight and there’s no light on this side of the hauler. Not the best place to park, I think, but perfect for what I have in mind. I go up to the door and turn to him and ask in as serious of a tone as I can muster, “So, know how to pick a lock?” I just grin as he looks at me like I’m crazy, and reach in my pocket for the keys. I open the door and climb inside with him at my heels.

He follows me as I climb up to where they stored my car…my winning car, and I can’t wipe the huge smile off my face. Once we reach the car, I look back at Junior. I think he’s figured out what I’m planning by now. He seems to be almost bouncing with anticipation-I know I am. I grin and walk to the front of the car. He follows me and immediately kisses me hard.

He pushes me back against the wall of the trailer and his hands are everywhere at once. He’s pulling up my shirt and already has his hand at the waist of my pants. I break away from his hungry kiss and tear his shirt over his head, pushing him back with both hands so that the back of his legs hit the front of the car. Then I take off my cowboy hat and put it on his head. I can only bear to look at how sexy he is for a moment before I have to be kissing him again.

My hands run over his chest and back and then down to his jeans. I waste no time in undoing them and pulling down the zipper. I push the pants down to his knees and start stroking him, rekindling the fire from earlier. He groans in my mouth as I run my thumb over the already weeping tip. That’s when I can’t wait any longer.

I pull back and spin him around, pushing him down over the hood. I reach in my pocket for the lube I picked up in the bathroom before we left. Then I push down my own pants, open the tube and smear it over my hand and rock hard length, tossing the lube aside. Then I have to take a moment to look at his lean, muscular body draped over my hood. He’s already shaking with desire and there is no way I can deny him. I’m so ready for him.

I slowly run my hands over his back, sliding them lower as I lightly massage his tight muscles, feeling them contract and release under my hands. Then I slide then down further and gently work one slick finger into his tight opening. He lets out a long groan at my actions, which sends another bolt of lust running through me as he pushes back against me. I really don’t want to rush this, so I take my time, slowly thrusting into him, getting him ready for me. He’s spread across the hood of the car palms flat on the metal as I slowly insert another finger. I can see the tension in the muscles rippling on his back as he tries to be patient and let me play the game my way.

Finally I can’t take the teasing anymore either, and I withdraw my fingers. I have to have him now. I grab his hips with both hands and finally push inside him with one long thrust. “Yesssssssss,” I hiss, as I watch him bang his head on the hood, growling with pleasure. He’s pushing back against me, meeting every thrust as he claws at the cool metal of the hood and I know this isn’t going to last long enough. But suddenly I have another image of him in my head and I know I have to have it, so I stop and slowly pull from him.

“Noooooooooo,” he cries, as I slip from him, but he doesn’t have to wait long. I grab him by his waist spinning him around. I want to see him. I have to see him. I reach up and pull the cowboy hat back down on his head and give him the sexiest grin I can muster. His eyes, full of lust, mirror mine as he pushes himself up a little more on the hood. I waste no time spreading his legs and pushing back into him again.

His head is thrown back in pleasure as I reach one hand up to start stroking him in time with my thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, yes, shit, shit, fuck, me…” he starts chanting in that growling, sexy voice of his and I just can’t hold back any longer. He’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, writhing in pleasure on the cold steel and it turns me on all the more knowing I’m the cause.

“Look at me, Junyah” I cry out, as I thrust into him harder. His darkened blue eyes meet mine just as he succumbs to his own ecstasy, crying out my name, and the look of total pleasure on his face is too much for me as I follow him over the edge.

Once I can finally form a coherent thought, I realize he’s just lying here, completely limp, and spread across my hood as I finally pull out of him. The drowsy, satisfied grin on his face lets me know all of this was worthwhile. “Beat me anytime you like Elliott…I think I like it when you win,” he says to me with a grin.

I lean over and capture his lips once more, soft and slow, and reach up, intertwining my fingers with his. We kiss that way for awhile until I pull back and lean over to whisper in his ear, “Yeah, but I think it’s your turn now, Junyah.”

He growls back in my ear and pulls me in for another kiss. Then he pushes me back up off him and slides down the hood. I can tell by the hot look in his eyes he hasn’t had enough yet tonight. So I reach down, grabbing his shirt and throw it at him. “C’mon, get dressed, the guys are gonna have enough work fixing that hood you bent up.”

He glances back at the car and laughs. Then he turns to me with an adorable look like a kid who’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and just replies, “Oops.” At that look, I just want to throw him back on the car and pound him into next week. But I know we don’t have time for that. We’re lucky enough that we haven’t been caught already. I glance around, grabbing the discarded tube from earlier and make sure we’ve wiped way all traces of our presence, except for the dented hood of course, and grab him by the arm.

“C’mon, before I have to have you across the deck lid,” I tell him, as I pull him along behind me. He starts making noises of approval and it’s all I can do to get him out of the hauler. We lock it back up in a hurry and rush to the car, and I can’t help but smile again. This really is gonna be a long night.

***

“So Elliott, they tell me you really, really like this Texas car. Is there just something extra special about it?” DW asks me before the race.

If you only knew, is all I can think as I try to come up with a response. I see Junior standing not too far away from me on pit road, and he’s all but leering at me. He’s really not making it any easier to form a thought, and he knows it. I quickly scratch the side of my face with my middle finger to send him a message and try again to focus on the question.

“Yeah, you know how it is when you get a car that just ‘feels’ right. You’re just really comfortable every time you get in it…”

Author's Note: Now none of you are gonna be able to keep a straight face when he starts going on about his “Texas car.” *evil grin*

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